Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Seychelles and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Black Bananas to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Chris & Cosey,
Albert Ayler,
Terry Callier,
The Blackbyrds,
Siglo XX,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Fraelich,
One Last Wish,
Ronan,
Bizarre Inc.,
MDC,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric Dolphy,
Fatback Band,
Lalann,
Franke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sugar Minott,
Mark Hollis,
Ten City,
The Blues Magoos,
Byron Stingily,
Faraquet,
Little Man,
The Fortunes,
Minnie Riperton,
The Techniques,
MC5,
Quantec,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echospace,
The Names,
The Neon Judgement,
T. Rex,
Simply Red,
Stiv Bators,
Gerry Rafferty,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rapeman,
Oblivians,
Bobby Womack,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Model 500,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Toni Rubio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sex Pistols,
Matthew Halsall,
Yellowson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Sherman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Junior Murvin,
Au Pairs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.